Yes... Parvati's parents were murdered. Yeah.. Well, hope you enjoy this chapter too..

P.S. Yeah.. The usual, hardly any swearing. And again, not all of this chappeh is in Harry's point of view. Yeah... o-o

Jules713: No, this is not a Ron/Hermione or a Hermione/Harry. It's barely even a Ginny/Harry, but it's not really one of those pairing stories. But I intend to write a Hermione/Draco that ties in with this one... Bwahahaha! xDD

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter stuffs belong to J.K Rowling. Morgan Fanei, Zarifa, and the plot are mine, and Foxeh owns Hades and Raven.

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Chapter Eight
Plots and Findings

Luminous irises of a deep crimson gazed into the dark of the stone dungeon. His black hood was pulled down, his fingertips meeting each other sequentially. His breaths were labored, and light, almost silent. His pale face seemed to glow under the dim light of the torch that rested on the wall.

He needed to kill him...

As the flames upon the wooden torch flickered, high and low, the shadows on his face grew and shrank. His skin was stretched over his bony body, and his face was sallow. He had high, narrow cheekbones and his nose was small... seeming to be just a lump that he used to smell, blending into his face. Hatred radiated off him.

He had no hair... No, his head was shaved to the skin, but there was one distinct thing that shone on his head- a tattoo of a black skull, with a snake protruding from it's mouth.

He continued to brush his fingers against each other as he contemplated the situation. He needed that book. He needed anything to find the headquarters of that 'rumored' order.. still rising against him. He had eliminated them once- he wouldn't hesitate to do so again.

He let out a sigh, and he let himself sink into stiff chair, the high back standing above his head. His slitted eyes narrowed ever more, and he called out with a hissing sound.

Instantly, a long, emerald serpent with eyes equally as red as the man's slithered from the shadows. Her forked tongue slipped out, wavering as she returned a loving hiss to her master. The cloaked figure let out a scornful laugh and pulled himself from his seat.

"Very soon, Nagini, very soon... In the meantime.." He began to hiss at the creature again, and the cobra slithered away, in search of the one he called 'Peter Pettigrew'.

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All of us Gryffindors were mourning Parvati's and her sister Padma's losses. For once in her life, Parvati seemed normal. Not her normal, girlish manner, with her and Lavender's insane giggling. For once, we felt what Parvati felt.

Many were being attacked, week after week. Some went insane, some died, some were impaired forever. And it was all because of one vile, grotesque man.

Ron was being plagued with visions. Not everyday.. No, it happened randomly during the day, and it frightened us both. I didn't want to know what lay in the future, so I stopped him from telling me. But I knew that he knew something.

Both of us- Ron and I- we discussed ways of getting to Number 12, Grimmauld Place. I needed to get there, I needed to know. But I didn't know how. Yes, I knew the password to Dumbledore's office.. But it didn't feel right, to sneak in there, and use something without permission, especially behind the one who had protected me through out my life. But Ron pushed me at it- he said there was no other way. Perhaps we'd find Lupin there- maybe even address to his current home? We were unsure..

We staged it to occur during lunch- the house elves had added Dumbledore's favorite to daily menu. Nothing special.. We'd sneak in, use the fireplace, and shimmy over to the Blacks' household. Little did we know that the tides would turn...

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"Shh! Someone'll hear us!" "Shut it, I know!" "Ron, you're not being serious about this..." "Am too!" "Are not!" "Shh, here comes Trelawny..."

We were in a whispering frenzy as we neared the statue of the gargoyle. The tall, spindly Trelawny with her humongous spectacles veered by us without a second glance. Lucky for us, for if she had, she would've spotted Ron's hand floating about...

"Acid Pops." The gargoyle leapt to the side, and we stepped onto the swirling staircase. We slowly neared oak doors and both of us stumbled towards it. Pushing the door open, we staggered in.

My eyes whipped about the room. Good- Fawkes wasn't there either. Grinning smugly, we made our way towards the red brick fireplace. Ron grinned at me, and I made to pull of the cloak when a noise outside disturbed us.

"But sir, you don't exactly think the Patils' were deatheaters, do you?"

"No, no, no Remus. I was simply implying that maybe the Patils' had once been a major part of Voldemort's plans and that...."

I stared at Ron, stricken. Dumbledore could see us- we were in deep trouble! The door to the headmaster's office slowly creaked open, and in stepped Remus Lupin and Professor Dumbledore.

I took a good look at Remus, wondering if this was coincidental. He was more weary than ever, with bags lining beneath his eyes, and his light brown hair was flecked with strands of gray. His robes were as shabby as ever, but seeing Remus made me want to grin, even though he brought sadness into me. I loved Remus as much as I had loved Sirius and my parents- he was an uncle, a father, an important figure in my life. Why did Morgan leave him?

Ron and I held our breath, praying Dumbledore's eyes wouldn't sweep over to the fireplace. It did though, much to my chagrin. His eyes lingered on us for a moment, then fell onto Remus.

"Harry, Ron, would you care to join us?"

Remus jumped as he heard a groan from the fireplace. Slowly, Ron pulled off the invisibility cloak. We immediately fell into shooting excuses.

"Sir, we didn't mean to-"

"It was all his idea!"

"We were looking for something!"

"It was an accident, we meant no-"

"Boys, boys, please!" Dumbledore held up a hand to silence us, and I eyed him nervously, my gaze flickering over to Lupin every once in a while.

"Would you care to take a seat?" Dumbledore waved his wand, and three, comfortable chairs appeared beside the one Lupin stood next to. Sighing in exasperation, the two of us let ourselves fall dejectedly into the chairs. Dumbledore chuckled, and gestured for Remus to take a seat. Dumbledore sat down in his armchair, and opened a wooden box on his desk.

"Honey toffee, anyone?" We all graciously refused, and the headmaster shrugged, popping one into his mouth. He smiled at us warmly. "Now, boys, would you care to explain- slowly- why you were in my office?"

Ron and I exchanged a look, and I let out a sigh. "Sir, in truth, we wanted to speak to Professor Lupin."

Lupin look mildly amused as he leaned back in his seat, watching us with his arms folded over his chest. Silence lingered, only to break when Lupin asked,"Well, Harry?"

I jumped. I did not want to speak in front of Dumbledore.. but... I sighed again and began to speak, only to be cut off by Ron.

"Professor, do you know anything about a Morgan Fanei?" I stared at Ron; What was he doing?

Dumbledore gazed at Ron sternly, questioningly, but Remus... He froze in his seat, and his eyes widened. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if in pain. "Why do you ask?" He said softly.

I bit my lip, and Ron twitched in his seat. Lupin opened his eyes, and waited for me to reply to his inquiry. I inhaled deeply, prayed Ron wouldn't screw this up.

"Well, I came across her name when I served detention a while back.. I believe she got an award for her skill in potions... I may be wrong."

Lupin forced a smile on his face and gave a little cough. "Yes she did.. Morgan was a, erm.. very close friend of mine," Dumbledore's amusement grew, shining from his eyes. Lupin avoided all of our gazes, looking at the ceiling. "What do you want to know about her?"

"I'm not sure. Something about her name intrigued me... Like it reminded me of something.." Ron feigned a look of ponder. I almost fell off my seat- Since when could Ron be so.. calm and revered in a situation like this? Remus, apparently, was taken aback just as I was. Dumbledore was grinning by now, and he popped another toffee in his mouth.

Lupin clutched at his chair, then smiled. "I'd prefer to talk about this another time. I'll be here by supper, if you'd meet me afterwards." I stifled a sigh, and Ron nodded. Dumbledore grinned, then clapped his hands.

"Now then boys, off you go." He waved us away, and Ron and I lugged our bodies away.

Damn, like we had gotten any information on this useless trip..

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"What exactly brought you to even ask about Morgan?"

Ron, Lupin, and I walked the grounds of Hogwarts, chatting listlessly about various topics. I could see Lupin was very hesitant on the topic of Morgan. He was very distant also, looking faraway as he lost himself in his thoughts. He was paler than usual now, and I could see him looking earnestly at the sky every now and then.

Ron pulled his cloak tighter around himself, to block out the crisp, autumn air. Leaves of an array of colors floated gently down to the dewy grasses, and the sun was just setting, orange and pink streaks streaming across the sky.

Ron and I exchanged a glance before I began to speak. "Truth be told, Professor, we don't even know ourselves. We came across her name.. Like we said before.. But we were more interested... in learning of her whereabouts.." Yes, I knew it was risky, but I was willing to take that chance.

Lupin stopped and stared at me. "You know something more, don't you?" He said, not accusingly, but slightly suspiciously, and almost pleadingly. I forced myself to meet his searching eyes, and when I did, I saw how hurt he was.

"Sir, I admit I do, but I will not admit what." I said defiantly. Ron bit his lip nervously, eyeing his shoes in hopes not to be pulled in. I vaguely wondered where his cool demeanor had gone off to.

Remus eyed me, and was silent for a moment, contemplating.

"I have no idea where she is. I know that she grew up in small village called Little Hangleton." He turned on his heel, stalking away in a flurry of patched robes.

I raised an eyebrow and turned to Ron. "To Little Hangleton we go." I uttered, and I knew just where to go. Ron ran to catch up with me, panting loudly.

"Harry, wait! We can't just go there now!" he protested. I sighed, and turned to him.

"Ron, I need to know. I want to know. I just.. have to do this." I replied. Ron watched me, then rubbed his eyes hard. "But we don't even know if she's even living there anymore."

I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms, deep in thought. I let a jet of air whoosh out of me before replying. "It's worth a shot." I said quietly. Ron let out a sigh of exasperation as I took off again, to the paddock that stood near Hagrid's home. Ron continued to protest until he brought up a fine point.

"But Lupin'll get suspicious if we leave right now! I mean, let's plan this out and all!" I let out a sigh, and nodded my head in defeat. "You're right..." A relieved expression crossed his rosy face, and he patted my shoulder, shivering. "Let's get inside.." I nodded again, and let Ron trail ahead of me. My eyes searched wearily at the grounds, flying over the forest. I pursed my lips and turned, trudging up to the castle, just as a loud howling sounded harmoniously in the forest. I ceased movement, turning slightly with a thudding heart. Nothing was there, but I figured the source of the howling to be deep in the Forbidden Forest.

I shook my head, and continued on up to the castle, wondering why Little Hangleton sounded so familiar to me.

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"Harry,you still haven't answered my question."

"Hmm?"

"Harry!"

"Sorry Ron... Just a little out of it." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. Ron nodded, letting himself fall into a chair beside me. We were both seated in the Common Room, waiting for it to empty. As usual, only a few students lingered, and I could feel fatigue falling over me as we waited.

I had realized the journal missing when we had gotten back. Of course, when I had seen that red shirt or whatever nonsense it was, I had been worried about the book. But now I was terrified- Who had it? Had Voldemort gotten a hold of it?

We had stripped down the whole place, searching desperately for it, Ron and I. We, of course, ignored all questions and puzzled glances. After about two hours of ransacking the Gryffindor Tower, we had given up.

"Harry!"

"What?" I asked, my eyes closed and my hand over my face. Ron moaned and buried his head in his hands. "How.. are we going to get to LIttle Hangertown or whatever it's called?"

I shook my head, and looked at him, rubbing my eyes. "I was thinking of asking the Al Burak that Hagrid showed us in Care of Magical Creatures." I had no doubt Zarifa would consent to taking us there.

Ron stared at me, eyes wide. "What!?" I snapped, getting a little impatient. Ron sighed.

"Do you really think that the Al Burak will let us? And the cloak won't fit over all of us!" I stared at Ron, my vision sliding in and out of focus. "Ron, Zarifa is telepathic. And there are other things we could use to hide us." A memory of last year came to me, when Mad-Eye Moody had used the disillusionment charm to camouflage me. Sadness enveloped me as I remembered seeing everyone that night... Sirius, Hermione.. Everyone.. I closed my eyes woefully, and felt an arm on my shoulder.

"Harry... The last git went up. Let's go."

And he dragged me out, my eyes half shut, slipping the invisibility cloak over us. We tip-toed through the dark halls, the Marauders' Map in hand. I forced myself to at least a semi-conscious state and let Ron drag me even further to the grounds. Luckily we didn't brush up with Mrs. Norris or Filch...

We crept through the grounds, shuddering with cold. Nearing the paddock, my eyes began to adjust to the dark, and I spotted the bright, blue eyes of Zarifa. "Zarifa!" I cried out in my mind.

The lovely Zarifa trotted forward, her eyes confused. I realized we were still covered by the cloak, and quickly pulled it off. Ron gaped at Zarifa, and followed as we crept closer.

"There you are Harry Potter." she thought to me, smiling. I grinned at her. "Hello Zarifa. This is Ron," I gestured towards Ron, who smiled nervously and then began to speak aloud,"And this is Zarifa, but you've seen her in class."

Ron smirked, and nudged at me to converse with her. Nodding, I began.

"I have a favor to ask-"

"You want me to take you somewhere."

I was caught off-guard, but nodded none the less. Zarifa's smile brightened, and she nodded back to me. "Then I shall take you to your destination, Harry Potter. Where to?"

"Little Hangleton."

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The ride on Zarifa was.. exhilarating. It was enjoyable, fun, but uncomfortable too, though not as uncomfortable as the time when I had ridden Buckbeak. I grimaced, and tightened my hold Zarifa. Ron sat behind me, shivering as he complained about the disillusionment charm.

"It feels weird," He muttered, and I groaned. "Ron, you're not supposed to be feeling the same sensation while wearing it." Ron hushed up at my annoyed tone, instead staring down at the ground below us.

It was a long flight- well, at least, that's how it felt. I even fell asleep, my face nestled against Zarifa's silky feathers. I woke when I felt someone shaking me, and I moaned, burying my face further into Zarifa's neck. Sleep had overtaken me, and would not let go.

"Harry Potter... we're here."

My eyes flipped open, and I found myself in a glade, probably in some forest. A tremor tingled up my spine, and the feeling of familiarity entered me once more. I shook my head and slid of Zarifa's back, as did Ron, who was as groggy as I.

"You will wait for us, right?" I thought to her, and Zarifa nodded at me. "We'll be back soon... Thank you."

Ron and I stumbled through the forest, having no idea which way we were going. There was little talk between us, as we were trying are hardest not to get caught in vines. Suddenly, Ron halted and shivered.

"I think the charm wore off." He whispered. I hissed between my teeth, and soon felt the warm sensation of an egg being cracked at my head wipe over me. Sighing, I beckoned for us to move on anyway.

It must've been three in the morning when we finally got out of the forest, though we did arrive in Little Hangleton 'round one or two. Cursing in my mind, I dragged my weary body through the last brush and stared at Little Hangleton in shock.

It was much like Hogsmeade- only... not enchanted. It was mostly populated by muggles, but what shocked me most was when my eyes landed on the shabby home that stood on a hill, overlooking the small village. It was then that I realized it was the house where that innocent muggle had died in my dream in my fourth year.

The house was a relatively normal house- despite all the missing tiles, broken windows and boarded up doors. It was easily the biggest building in Little Hangleton, with creeping vines of a dank green entwined all over it. Ron stared at it, in disgust and awe, with a mixture of fright.

I tore my eyes from the home, glancing at Ron, who glanced back at me. Damn, we shouldn't have done this... Where the hell would we find Morgan anyway? We began to move among the streets, a relieved feeling slipping over me, for not too many were out this cool night. There weren't many buildings.. mostly just fields and forests, but this little town brought dread upon me, and judging by the look on Ron's face, he must've felt the same..

We slipped through the streets, still trying to be hidden... We must've walked for about twenty minutes before I heard a loud, shattering. I whirled around, looking at the house we had just passed. It was a small house, of a pale blue tint, with dark blue shutters. And crawling out a glass window seemed to be Morgan.

I glanced at Ron, who was snickering at the woman. "That's her!" I whispered, excitedly, and we jogged forward, but as we drew nearer, I realized it not to be Morgan.

No.. This girl was taller, with almond shaped, amber irises and short, straight hair of the same light brown. But the resemblance between her and Morgan was so great, I figured her to be a relative. Now why was she sneaking from a house?

The woman fell from window, cursing terribly. Her clothes were disheveled, and I noticed that her shirt was inside-out. Ron was having a hard time controlling laughter, and as the woman turned around, she jumped, letting out a shriek.

Immediately, yelling ensued from inside the house. "She was here! I knew it! I can't believe you Gabe! I will throttle that bitch! Where is that fucking Guinevere!?" It was a woman's voice, and judging by her tone, she was pretty pissed. A man's deep voice mingled in, trying to console the lady inside.

The woman glared at us, and I almost smirked at her bruised lips and smeared make-up.

"Why the hell did you frighten me like that!?" She hissed, but she shook her head a second later. "We have to get out of here- Mrs. Plantini will murder us all if she catches us." She grabbed both our arms, pulling us all away. I opened my mouth to speak, but she whacked my head, and I let out a groan of mild pain. She dragged us both towards a shadowed yard, Ron earning a slap at the head each time he opened his mouth. She released us here, muttering all the while.

We were behind a relatively small house, of a light yellow, seeming to glow in the dark. The yard was littered with plants and flowers of all types, with twirling vines that encircled about, crawling up to the roof. The woman, Guinevere as she had been called, stared at us, waiting for an answer. "Well?" She sighed in exasperation. I decided to let out with it.

"Do you happen to know Morgan Fanei?"

Guinevere stared at me suspiciously, her gaze flickering over to Ron every once in a while. "Yes.." she said, apprehensively. She wiped a blob of red from her mouth, squinting at us in the dark. "Yes," she repeated,"Morgan is my sister."

I nodded as she confirmed my thoughts. Ron stared at her, quiet. Guinevere squinted ever so hardly at us, and did a double-take as she looked away from. A part of me wanted to sigh in exasperation, but I held back my urge.

"You're Harry Potter!" She whispered, and she grinned at me. "I'm Guinevere, and I'm sorry if I was a bit rude back there." I waved my hand absently. She turned her line of vision to Ron. "And you are..?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Nice to meet you. Now, what did you want with my sister?"

Ron and I exchanged a look for a moment, then I began to speak to Guinevere. "In truth, we were searching for her. Just wanted to talk to her..." My voice trailed off, and I snuck a glance at Guinevere, who's face was scrunched in thought. She began to crack at her knuckles absentmindedly, a very disturbing habit. She finally sighed and looked at me.

"I dunno... Morgan likes to be alone, and she's good at hiding. In truth, I haven't seen her in a few months... But you want to talk to her, you say?" I nodded, hoping I didn't appear to earnest. Guinevere laughed, and turned, beckoning us to follow her inside.

"She gave me and Cecelia a portkey when our dad died, she was so eager to move out. Of course... she was the most tender one of us lot. Anyways... I can give you the portkey, only if promise to return it. She doesn't want to be found by everyone." She creaked open the door, and led us inside. It was a messy home, with many gadgets cast upon the furniture, was shabby and gray. Dirty plates littered the floor, whilst books and magazines lay in jumble, mingling with piles of clothes.

Who was Cecelia? Doesn't want to be found? I shook my head and smiled graciously at Guinevere, who grabbed a pocket watch from a shelf, handing it to me carelessly. "Tap it three time with your wand to activate it." She ushered us away, and I smirked mischievously at Ron.

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"Thank you Zarifa.."

"It was nothing Harry Potter. Go on now, but be careful. The forest is a dark place."

Zarifa had landed just inside the Forbidden Forest, and she nodded at us, leaving us there in the dark. Ron was trembling beside, muttering something about spiders. I shook my head and took out my wand.

A faint howling met my ears, and Ron jumped in fright. The howling grew louder as if nearing, and I lookup up at the sky, illuminated by the moon.

The full moon.

My breath caught in my throat, and Ron's mumbling was becoming louder and much clearer. "No.. spiders and wolves.. We're going to die and they're gonna feast on our bodies.. Noo..." His moans grew louder, and I hushed him, holding my wand high before me, just as the cracking of twigs met my ears. I tensed, and Ron drew closer to me, his wand also out.

"Lumos." I whispered in terror.

The clearing was flooded with a bright light, and I gasped.

Before us was a werewolf, a coat of crimson tinged with white. Eyes of a bright, snapping green glared furiously at us, and a growl emitted from her jaws.

Ron let out a squeal, his wand falling to the ground, and the light around us dimmed a tad. We took a step back, and the wolf took a step forward, snapping her jaws at us. She invoked a great fear within me, but it did not top my fear for dementors. My breaths were shallow, and Ron was barely breathing at us.

The wolf smirked at us, seemingly, as we backed into a wall of thick trees, the sienna branches rising high above our heads. Ron moaned, muttering once more about early deaths. The wolf crept nearer and nearer, flooded with the light of the moon. Her weight shifted to her hind legs, and I realized she was preparing to attack.

I flinched as she leaped, but I heard a howl and a loud crashing, followed by a pained whimpering. My eyes whipped open to see two, large black hounds, one much grayer than the other. I stared at the younger dog, dark as night with eyes a bright blue.

'I must be hallucinating.' I thought. Sirius was dead! I saw him die!

But the three hounds left, nudging at the crimson wolf in a flurry. But as the were enveloped in darkness, the young hound turned to look at me, his eyes twinkling.

And I knew then that Sirius would forever be with me.

Ron and I gaped at the shadows, and I finally woke up to reality. I turned around to see Ron, pale as a ghost. I sighed, and picked up his wand, handing it to him. Ron shook out of his reverie, and took his wand, and we both departed quickly from the woods, retrieving the invisibility cloak that sat folded by the paddock. We went unseen into the castle, and sleep did not come easily that night.

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"Ron, wake up!"

Ron groaned in his sleep, with more mutterings of spiders and wolves. I rolled my eyes, and shook him hard. The other boys in the dormitory had left- it was well past ten, and Ron wouldn't wake up. I sighed and went to the sink, filling a cup with a tad bit of water. Smirking, I crept back to Ron, and dumped the contents upon his face.

"AHH! What happened!?" Ron yelped, and sat up in his bed. He was still clad in his robes, and he gazed tiredly at me. "What is it Harry?" He yawned, rubbing at his eyes. I returned to my bed, and clasped a thick cloak about me, grabbing my wand and the pocket watch from my previous day's robes. Ron watched me quietly, not questioning my movements.

"Where are ya' going?"

"To see Morgan."

"What? You can't go now!?" He protested to me, but I waved away his hoarse callings. "I can and I will." I said quietly. "Are you coming?"

"No."

"Why not?" I inquired curiously. Ron shook his head, yawning as he let himself fall beneath his blankets once more. I raised an eyebrow but did not question further. I picked up the pocket watch, inspecting it silently.

It was of a brass, not much value. It was scratched, and dented on the back, and it wasn't working. Inscribed on the back were three words.

R.J.L.

Remus J. Lupin. It had to be! I grinned, but the smile faded away as I took my wand, tapping it three times. I instantly felt something jerk at me, and I pinched my eyes close as I was whisked away from Hogwarts.

I landed, coughing, upon the gray steps of a large, shambled house. I brushed off my robes, and slowly stood, picking up my wand and the watch, which had clattered to the ground. I gazed up at the house, raising an eyebrow.

It was large, and black in color with dusty shutters that hung limply on their hinges. The windows were locked, and some boarded up with wet wood. The front yard, encircling around me, was filled with plants and gnarled bushes, wild from not being tended in so long. The steps were cracked and cold, and a cloud seemed to hang over the home.

I glanced about and shivered- it was a very.. haunting place. The home seemed to be placed in a forest, and the sky was gloomy and gray, and it appeared that it would rain soon. I shuddered, and climbed up the steps, shoving my wand into my pocket, but the pocket watch lingered, and I heard steps come to the door, stopping hesitantly. in my fingers. I soon came to the tall, double doors, and I reached up to the silver ring, protruding from the jaws of a tiger. I knocked it three times precisely, and soon heard footsteps nearing the door, stopping hesitantly. It was a few minutes before the door slowly creaked open.

A gasp sounded, and she seemed to lose her footing. The first word that escaped her mouth was a shocked,"James!?" The door opened wider, and I looked upon the older Morgan Fanei.

She wasn't much taller, about the same height as me. She was a very pale, and seemed to grow paler as she gazed upon me. Her long, wavy locks of a pale, nut-brown were pulled into a loose bun, thick strands straying across her face. Her eyes, the same, pale blue tinged with gray were wide with shock. She was very thin, clad in loose skirt and a large, long sleeved shirt.

She stared at me, and stared, as if taking everything in. "You're not.. James... But you- Lily!" Her words were jumbled up, and she clapped her hands to her mouth as tears sprang to her eyes, and she seemed to realize something.

"Harry.." She whispered, and her voice chilled me. She continued to stare at me in shock, her large eyes roving over me. "What are you- I'm so sorry! But.. what are you doing here?" Her voice grew hoarse, a strange mixture of haunting and scratchiness.

I took a step forward, coughing as I opened my mouth to speak. "I'm here to ask you some questions.. Morgan." Morgan stared at me for a second longer, and I smiled at her. "May I come in?"

She continued to stare at me, holding the door, then she moved to the side, allowing me entry. I stepped inside, and Morgan closed the door behind me. The interior of the house was simple, and clean. Portraits lined the walls of the hall, and there was a dim light of a dying lamp, the light flickering. Morgan eyed me, tutting as she took out a wand. She waved it at the lamp, and the bulb seemed to renew itself. She turned and led me down the dark corridors.

She passed many doors, locked and shut, and she finally led me into the kitchen, where many candles were lit. A large table with four chairs rested to the left, while a battered fridge sat in one corner. There were many cupboards of a dark oak, and Morgan glanced at me. "Would you like some tea?" She asked politely. I nodded graciously, and Morgan smiled. But the smile did not reach her eyes.

She reached up towards a cupboard on her toes, and brought down two cups. She flicked her wand, and the teapot that rested on the stove hovered to the table, as did the two cups. She sauntered back to the table, and gently poured tea into the cups.

"Sugar?" she asked quietly. I nodded, uttering a thank you as she relinquished the teacup to me. She sat down, and eyed me as she sipped from her own cup. A few minutes of awkward silence rested between us.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" she said softly. I stared at her, silent and watchful. I took another sip from the cup, aware that Morgan's eyes were watching me keenly.

"Why did you leave?"

Morgan turned her gaze away at that, gazing out one of the few, remaining windows that were unboarded. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. "Why did I leave where?" she asked. But I knew that she knew what I was talking about.

I peered at her face, noting the bags beneath her eyes. She was slumped in her chair, her fingers around her chipped cup of blue, tugging her sleeves further down her wrist. She sighed and gazed at me.

"You look just like your parents... Young and handsome. Yes, though your father was a terrible nuisance, he was handsome. Even Lily didn't deny that... He and Sirius, always up to no good.. They were the most annoying prats, so keen on destroying Hogwarts with their pranks. I had barely known them, but their popularity grew with each year they stayed at Hogwarts." I kept quiet as she whispered, and I knew she would near the answer to my question. "I met Remus when the professor asked him to tutor me in potions. He was a great teacher, and he gradually became one of my closest friends... But I was forced to leave... Forced to leave all my friends in my seventh year."

Morgan watched me, not bothering to wipe away at the tears that streamed down her cheeks. "Why do you ask?"

I set my cup down, and eyed her wondering if I should tell her of the journal. As I watched the glum woman, I came to my conclusion.

"Ma'am, in truth, I came after witnessing memories of my parents and their friends."

Morgan tensed suddenly, and her gaze flew to her cup as she pretended not to take interest. I coughed and continued. "Memories that were recorded in a red journal bearing my mother's name on it. I found your sister Guinevere, and she gave me a portkey here."

Morgan's eyes flickered to my face, and she sighed. "You found the journal and my sister betrayed me. Where is it now?" She asked quietly. I shook my head, shrugging. "I lost it after I witnessed... um, certain memories." I gazed at her, and her eyes met mine. They flashed as I spoke.

Morgan flew from her seat, standing up. "You lost the book!?" She exclaimed in disbelief. Shock was written on her face, but fear wrote over it. "That book contains vital information! Where did you lose it?!"

I was taken aback by her haunting calls. I gazed up at her nervously. "Umm, by the lake. Two or three days ago." I replied, quietly. Morgan sighed, turning her back to me.

"Did you tell Dumbledore?"

"No."

Morgan nodded, and placed her hands on the sink. "Good... Do you have the Marauders' Map with you?" I shook my head no, as Morgan turned to face me. She sighed again, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We need to find Remus."

"What?!" I called, leaping from my chair. Morgan moaned, and took me by the shoulders. "Harry, I don't know what to do. We need to find Remus, and possibly even Raven. Maybe Sirius too.." She moved away from me gathering her robes which sat in a pile on one of the chairs. I halted, and looked at her. She stopped moving and turned to me curiously.

"Sirius is dead, Morgan."

Morgan pinched her eyes close, and turned back around. "I'm losing my life, friend by friend," She whispered sadly... I hung my head, and Morgan inhaled deeply. "Raven.. oh poor Raven..." Her voice was choked. I stared at Morgan then asked,"I've heard that Raven is a deatheater-"

Morgan let out a spluttering laugh. "Raven!? A deatheater?" She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. I shrugged, as if it was a stupid thing I had said...

"We must leave.." She said, mustering up all her courage as she pulled dark robes over herself, forgetting about Raven and all we had previously said. Well, maybe... Her shoulders fell suddenly, and she glanced at me, biting her lip.

"I don't know where Remus even is.." She snapped her fingers in annoyance. I perked up and looked at her. "I think Lupin is still at Hogwarts!" I piped up, and Morgan smiled nervously, brushing past me as she muttered something, almost inaudible.

"Just my luck, just my luck..."

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We arrived at Hogsmeade, with a loud pop, a few cast us a second glance. Morgan released me, coughing slightly. "You go on to Hogwarts.." She said quietly, and I immediately broke out with a protest.

"Where will you go? It's too cold for you to stay out here all... day." I ended meekly. Morgan smiled, tousling my hair. "So caring... I'll just stay at an inn.." Her voice soothed me... I nodded, and turned to go, when Morgan stopped me.

"Tell Remus. Tell him about the book. But make sure.. Make sure to tell him not to run to Dumbledore. And don't mention my name!" Her words were hurried, and she waved me away, breathing deeply. I stayed put as Morgan began to walk away, wrapping her dark cloak tighter about her as the biting wind blew.

"Why did you leave him?"

Morgan halted, and did not turn around. "I did not have a choice." Her voice was but a whisper, and it lingered a moment as Morgan began walking away. She was soon lost in the torrent of crowds.

'I did not have a choice.' Those words strayed about in my mind.

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Morgan gazed bitingly about the pub, her blue eyes grazing over few the hags and creatures that had settled themselves about at the cluttered, dusty tables of The Hog's Head.

The bar, one dingy room that left an odor of something like goats, was filthy. Windows dusted with grime, the floor of stone encrusted in dirt that gathered over the centuries, the inn was a rather grotesque place to visit.

A butter beer was nestled in her fingers, warming her chilled body, but she took no sip of the delicious beverage. She sat there, shivering, thinking, and as yet another fight broke out in the corner where a group of goblins were seated, Morgan took a sip of her drink and slammed it on the table. Five galleons clunked on the table, and Morgan swiftly stepped towards the door. She bowed her head, and as she opened the door, her eyes met that of emerald green. She paid no mind to the owner of the irises, and departed in a flurry of robes.

The wind whistled loudly, and Morgan stopped suddenly in the street, turning her eyes to the sky. It looked like navy blue velvet, with sparkling diamonds set gently in the folds. No clouds hovered this night, and smoky blue met milky white.

The moon... 'Twas but a hatchling, giving off but a shred of luminous light. Morgan drew in a shaky breath, knowing that had been one of the many full moons she had not been with him.

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Ha, yet another chapter.. Love it or hate it. He he, this was twelve pages I believe, when I checked it.. Wow... Yes.... Gots a lot planned for this. Love ya' Fox, and I swear, I'm starting the next chapter right! xDDD Reviews are luffed, as is critique..

Lady Tide